Hello all! Welcome to my first fic :). This story is going to be about Sephiroth's life prior to the start of the original PS1 game. I will be going through his childhood and exploring his relationships and struggles going through Project S as well as his rise to the legendary war hero he was known to be throughout Crisis Core.
I aim to provide updates to this at least once a week. Please feel free to leave me a review or a message for feedback and discussion!
"Tell me about your progress on Project S, Professor Hojo" uttered the man calmly, taking a long drag from his cigar.
"Well, despite Gast's reservations on pursuing the project further until he verifies his suspicions, the development of the subject continues as planned," answered the Professor, brushing back a greasy lock of hair from obscuring his vision. "It seems that the specimen has had a very pronounced reaction to the injection of Jenova cells during the fetal stage, though not in the way we anticipated."
President Shinra nodded approvingly, the smoke from his cigar slightly obscuring his fat face and neatly combed moustache.
"And what is our good professor concerned about?"
"Jenova might not be an Ancient after all."
"Does that change anything?"
"No."
"Show me."
Hojo stood from his chair in the study and led the President through the creaky corridors of the mansion and down the wooden stairwell towards the basement. Though dark and filled with cobwebs, the unpaved stone walls and floor were illuminated by torchlight.
"Barbaric," commented the President. "You know, you were provided with a budget."
"These working conditions matter not," responded Hojo, opening the door at the end of the hall and allowing the President to enter first.
Illuminated in green light that was the result of the fluorescent light bulbs lining the tubs of concentrated mako, the lab was quite small and compact. Bookshelves lined the walls of the laboratory, as a single chandelier hung above the room.
In the middle of the room was a playpen.
"This is the subject?" inquired President Shinra.
Hojo nodded.
The naked, infant child cried as his body was exposed to the cold, hard floor of the laboratory. There were no toys, no comforters and no other accessories within the playpen itself.
The President cocked an eyebrow, unconvinced.
"This is no super soldier, this is an infant."
Hojo's laughter radiated throughout the lab, echoing off the walls.
"This is my son, and he will be the crowning achievement of the Jenova Project."